THE TREE
BY: Makalay Saidiatu Sonda
The tree danced to glaring daring wind. I stood by it..Blown away by its natural features.
Its roots are buried deeply, and they spread far and wide.
It’s so established that no one can pull and uproot.
Can I be like the tree?
It gives shade unto others while the sun burns its leaves.
It throws fresh fruits unto others while it only eats the rotten ones.
Can I be like the tree?
Its existence is ignored? But without it life can’t go on.
It gives oxygen-clean and fresh
It soothes the weary traveller
It relaxes the depressed child. The livetock, it gives rest.
Its roots pillowed their heads.
Can I be like the tree?
It’s silent with all the help it renders.
It doesn’t receive accolades.
But it keeps on with the good deeds, ever giving.
Its coloured leaves beautify the face of the earth.
It leaves mankind marveled.
Can I be like the tree?
It dances without music
It’s only the wind that whistles in its ears and caresses its branches and leaves.
It leaps for joy as the wind begins its romance.
It calms and stands still as it gives joy unto the world when the wind stops.
Can I be like the tree?
It’s bitter sweet.
The romance sometimes amputates
But whatever the case-
Calmness takes entrance when joy and pain exit.
Can I be like the tree?
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